Phone CallMature

Wren

11:47 a.m.

I opened the hotel room door, bracing myself. I had to tell her the truth. I walked in, calling her name. No answer.

"Sofie?" I opened the bathroom door.

Nope. I walked into the room. Her stuff was gone. I looked outside, into the parking lot. She stole my car! I grabbed my phone, calling her number. She didn't answer. I called again. This time she answered.

"You stole my car?!?" I shouted.

"Well, hello to you too. Yeah. I did."

"Shit, Sofie!"

"What?"

"You stole my car."

"I know. Now, I'm hanging up."

"Wait," I said, reluctantly.

"What?"

"If you bring it back here, I'll tell you the truth."

"Well, it's too late now. I'm already too far to drive back. You'll just have to get a taxi."

"What the fuck? You can't just take my car for a joy ride."

"I didn't. I'm running away from you, jerk. You're lying to me. You ruined my entire life... and stealing your car is a small price that you have to pay."

"What about the sex? Huh? Whose fault was that?"

"Mine. I admit it. But... you went along with it after you said no."

"Fuck, Sofie."

"Fuck you," she said firmly.

"Savannah's my girlfriend," I said.

"So... you were just using me?"

"No... Sofie. I wasn't using you."

"You knew we would have sex, right?"

"No. I didn't. I didn't know that we would kiss. I didn't know that I would end up turning you into a monster."

"Yes... but you knew that you were cheating on me. You knew that you were cheating on her. And you knew that this would not end well."

"Yeah... but I didn't know it would happen this fast."

"Well, it did, asshole."

"Sofie..."

She hung up.

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